I'm in a very negative mood at the moment. Most of it comes from the fact that the book I spent four years working on is most likely lost because I was too much of a retard to save it somewhere else and now I'm paiyng the price.
And, naturally, when you're feeling a strong emotion you want to do something to vent it. I don't know what to draw, so I'm going to write. My awesometastic roleplaying buddy (Petzareawesome) is not on and I need to write. So I'm going write it right here, right now.
If there are typos, I'm sorry. I wrote this write here on the thread, so spell check isn't there. However this turns out I might continue, but for now it's just something to sooth me, I guess. I hope you enjoy.
I'd love comments and opinions. Not on my current situation, moreso on the writing.
If you don't like somewhat not that bad violence then don't read.
Thanks.
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"Don't tell me that's all you've got, weakling. I knew this would be easy, but come now. You're not even worth my time."
I grunted, trying to lift my face from the dirt. Pain stole through my body, my limbs feeling helpless as I could do nothing but lie there. In some ways I was happy that it seemed I was giving up. But there was another part of me that wanted to win this. That wanted this so bad...
Snarling, I forced my eye-lids shut as I heaved myself off the ground, muscles struggling to bear my weight up. I felt myself trembling, like a tower about to collapse, but I rose fully, lungs forcing air in and out roughly as I endured the pain. Cuts that were engraved on my flesh continued to leak from under my scales with my red signature that mixed with the dust and dirt below. I bared my fangs, resilient to my foe's narrowing crimson irises and small smirking. Raising my head I tried my hardest to look strong; to look proud. And then, I roared. It was a throaty call that sounded a bit off key, for it might have been the slight wounds to the neck that I had gained that made it sound that way.
The crowd seemed to go wild. Another course of energy shot through my viens. I was ready. I was more than ready. This fight was mine.
But my opponent didn't see it that way. Her head lowered as did her body, movements slow and fluid like a trickling stream of water. Her ivory scales glinted in the dim lighting of the arena, two black spiral horns protruding from her cranium. Like mine, her wings had no leathery innings; they had been cut out and removed by the wardens. Scars coated the parts of her that were not covered and her teeth were aimed at me like mine at hers. I could see blood dripping from her, also, but I couldn't tell if it was all mine or also hers. I knew I had done some damage, but how much was a mystery.
She began to circle me and my instinct caused me to respond in the same manner; we were back at the beginning, the struggle for glory seeming to renew itself. I don't know how long we continued like this. Seconds, minutes, an hour. The next thing I knew we were wrestling each other once more, a snarling ball of fury that sought to defeat one another. I clamped my teeth onto anything that I could, many times harmlessly against her scales. A sudden pain shot through my tail and I screeched out, turning in a half circle to lunge at the other being who bit onto my tail. I could feel my fangs sinking into something soft; an all too familiar metalic liquid squirted into my mouth and it took all of me not to gag.
I could hear her attempting to screech as I had and the pressure on my end released, but her roar was cut short. The pitch of her voice got higher and higher in pitch until it seemed she could not released anymore sound. That's when I knew I had her. Locking my jaws I refused to let go, knowing that I had latched onto the soft and vunerable underside of her throat. I swung my head this way and that, trying my best to end this fight now. My vision was blurred and all the sounds around me had no meaning. I was lost to my primal self, the part of me that lusted for kill. My foe thrashed about helplessly, her talons screeching against my scales and protected underbelly. I had moved so that I stood atop her, feeling dominate and powerful. Her legs were strong, though; many times she would kick me so roughly on my chest that the pain caused me to pull back, as though to get away. But my teeth were locked and I could not release--not now, anyways.
Her tail was a formidable weapon; the end was like an iorn ball and was used to bash into her opponents. She had smashed it into my side until she could no longer muster the strength; I had fought hard against the temptation to buckle over from the pain that throbbed in my side. If it wasn't for the armor like coat of scales I had I was more than sure she would have broken my limbs. Minutes rolled by as I waited for her to finally stop moving until it eventually came to the point where I was just standing there with a carc*censored* between my jaws. My vison was clearing and my hearing more attentive. I could hear the crowd going wild; some were cheering, others booing. In this match I had been somewhat of the underdog, but things had turned in my favor. I wasn't going to be seen as the weakling any longer.
Once I was sure she was finished I worked my death grip from her neck, raising my head once more and bellowing as loud as I could. The strange, odd creatures that watched me seemed to double the force of their chanting, many rising and hooting as they threw their arms in various directions.
"And there you have it! Kendrith is the winner! And what a fight that was, ladies and gentlemen!"
Tossing my head, I began to circle what was my opponent, now my prey. I made sure to strut as much as I could, spreading my frail useless wings as though to seem intimidating. This was my fight, and I had won. No one could stop me. Ever. Roaring again I inhaled deeply, reaching far into myself. I could feel my chest muscles tensing and a hot, firey liquid beginning to broth inside there. It hurt, but I didn't care. I opened my mouth and shot the air out quickly, trying to get that hot liquid to come out of my mouth. Instead a tendril of smoke rose from my lips and nostrils, but nothing else.
"Guards, take the dragon back to his chamber. Make sure he gets double feed today. We need him looking good and sharp for the next fight."
Before I knew it a chain had been thrown over my neck, the loop tightening and pulling harshly in one direction. I was used to this treatment, as it happened after every fight that I battled in, but something about today made me feel defiant. Snarling nosily I lept in the other direction, claws digging deep into the earth as I tried to pull in the other direction. There was more yelling and commands that I couldn't quite understand, for it was in a tongue that I was not native to. Aoel was the only language I knew other than my instinctive language, as that was the most commonly used tongue in this place. I could feel more and more of those strange men starting to pull at the chain around my throat, and then another was added. I roared noisly and reared up, glaring at the men below me. I would not submit. The win was mine, and I wanted to bask in the glory.
Being that I was fourteen summers old I was not fully grown dragon, but I was already pretty much towering above the humans that controlled me. I could read the fear in some of their eyes as they stared up at me, wondering what in the world they were to do now. Others were not intimidated; they took this chance to loop the steel links around my forelegs and pull me to the ground. Many times in my life I wished that I could breath fire, as the legends said dragons could. I had never seen one blow the stuff and I myself had never accomplished it--if I could, these humans would have been turned to toast. My defiance soon weaned and I grew tired; it was only then that I followed them out of the giant double doors of the arena, not giving so much of a second glance to the remains of the other dragon that had challenged me. Many of the men seemed confused as to why I had suddenly acted the way I did but once I reverted back to my old self they seemed more relaxed.
"That was odd even for you, Kendrith. You've been one of the most obediant dragon's we've ever raised here at the Steel Talon. If you had kept that up I'm sure the warden would have been finished with you. Your pieces would have been pulled apart and sold for profit, aye."
The man that spoke to me was someone who I had grown more fond of over the years. He was my keeper; Alkan was his name. He was pretty tall compared to the other humans and he had a strong build; unsettled black hair that was usually covered by his helm and bright attentive green eyes. To be honest he was one of the only humans I could stand at this place, being that he had raised me since my first summer. I had known nothing but this place my whole life; I was raised to fight, train, compete, and most importantly: win. Losing was not an option. If I were to loose and the dragon I was against was not merciful it would have been my life. There were rare occ*censored*ions when two fighting dragons would be pulled apart, but most of the time it was a brawl to the death.
The sounds of the crowd echoed softly in the distance as we ventured farther and farther into the underground cavern, p*censored*ing differen entryways to other parts of the Steel Talon. That was the name of this place; pretty much a huge arena based on making profits with fighting dragons. Dragons were not uncommon in this world was something I had heard the humans mention once, but they were still a rare sight to see. Apparently the fleshlings gained amusement from watching my kind skirmish; not that I cared. I enjoyed the amount of attention and luxury recieved after winning a fight. I was pulled from my thoughts as Alkan tugged my reins and lead me down a quite familiar p*censored*ageway. The other guards had continued in another direction, trusting that as my keeper Alkan could lead me to my keep without another problem.
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That's it. I'm tired of writing, lol.
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